The next morning, after a hasty early morning breakfast, Christian ushered her into a car. “Have you packed whatever you need for a day trip?” he asked, eyeing her backpack.
“Yes. How long will it take to reach Pisa?” Skylar couldn’t help the excitement bubbling inside her. Dressed in a bright off-shoulder top and a pair of her favorite figure-hugging jeans, she knew she was looking smoking hot. How long could Christian restrain his urges?
“Not more than an hour.” Every time he glanced her way, his gaze swept over her curvy figure and his heart skipped a beat. He knew his resolve to stay away from her was slipping away every minute in her company.
She looked out as they sped away from Florence through the beautiful Tuscany countryside. The car drove through the rolling hills towards
